Catherine was quite disappointed when Vincent told her that he was going with Alex to her parents' romantic cabin in the woods. For the first time in their relationship she was ready to risk everything to be with Vincent. Maybe she should have told him before. May be she should have said that he was the first man she had been in love with in all her life, but now Alex was here and she could compete with her. She was beautiful and intelligent and both she and Vincent had planned their whole life together since they were children, who could compete with that?

She took a shower after her daily running in the park and went to the precint to go on with her work, even when she only wanted to go into her bed and cover with her blankets until her mind stopped betraying her with images of Vincent and Alex together. God, she felt so jealous!

The feared weekend arrived and JT told her that Vincent had finally gone on his romantic trip with her ex-fiancé. Catherine had gone to try and stop him in the very last moment but it was too late. They had already gone and they will be completely isolated until Sunday evening, when they would finally come back to the city.

She was not too far from the warehouse when two men got off from a car and didn't even give her the chance to defend herself, stabbing her in the neck with a syringe full of sedatives. They took her into the van and got lost in the cold night.

In the cabin, Vincent was lighting the fire while Alex was cooking something for dinner and was lighting some candles. She set the table and both started to eat in front of the fireplace. Alex had opened a bottle of their favourite red wine but Vincent told her that he didn't drink anymore, so she went to the kitchen and brought him a glass of water. Vincent was thinking how to tell her about everything that had happened to him since he went to Afghanistan, but he just didn't know where to start. She was sure he was suffering from some kind of PTSD and he had left her believe it because he couldn't find the strength to tell her the truth: that he was now a monster, that he had nothing to do with the boy she had shared her first years with. He didn't say a word for a long while as he was starting to think that it had been a mistake to come here. He wasn't in love with Alex anymore. He was trying to convince himself that he was and that he could start a fresh new life in any other country with her, open their own clinic and help people in need, but he was missing Catherine so much. He was now watching her face as she told him that she didn't want to lose him and that she was ready to fight for him. He was feeling like a real ass. Alex took him out of his thoughts with a kiss on his face:

-What are you thinking, honey? You're too quiet.

-I'm sorry. I was just trying to remember the last time we were here together. It is exactly as I remembered it.

-Yes. It's a pity no one comes here. We are all too busy. Tell me Vincent, are you still ready to leave your life forever and come with me?

Vincent felt a lump in his throat. No. He wasn't ready and he knew but he couldn't say it to this woman that had been mourning him for ten years. For Alex, Vincent was a miracle, was the existing evidence that God existed because He had brought him back to her after so long. She didn't deserve being rejected.

Alex was looking so intensely at him that he felt a bit ashamed, not knowing what to say or do. She came closer to him and kissed him in his lips. At first he didn't react, but she insisted and he finally kissed her back.

-Vincent! – She said – It has been so long. I have missed you so much. God, when they told me you were dead I just wanted to be with you even if I had to die for it. But I was a coward and I went on living even if I didn't want to.

-It's OK, Alex. I'm here now. I'm not going to leave you again. – He found out he was lying in the very moment these words left his lips, but he didn't know what else to say. – Alex, I have to talk to you. I am not the same man you knew.

-I know that you've suffered a lot, but we will overcome anything together. You'll see. Can you imagine yourself without having to hide, working in our clinic, helping people…This was our dream, remember?

Here she goes again, thought Vincent. And she was right. There was nothing in the world he wanted more than the new life she was offering. Being free from Muirfield and practicing medicine again, which was what he loved most. Alex held him tight and kissed him again. Vincent kissed her back but in a quick way, just to be left alone.

In NY, Catherine woke up in a small room with a huge mirror on one of the walls. She was wearing some kind of hospital robe. She looked around trying to find out where she was, but the room was so white and empty, with just that small bed she was now sat on, that she felt scared. She remembered being attacked by someone, but she couldn't see anything or anyone.

She was feeling very cold now, and got up to come closer to the mirror and tried to see anyone in the other side. She knew it was impossible, but she had to do something. Suddenly a door opened and a man she didn't know entered the small room.

-Detective Chandler, glad you're up. – said the man looking at her.

Catherine stepped backwards.

-There are two ways of doing this. - The man continued- You tell us where Vincent Keller is and you will go home or you don't tell us and we will torture you until you give in.

-I don't know what you're talking about. – Said Catherine looking at the man straight in the eye.

-Come on! Don't make it more difficult. You know you will eventually talk. Everybody does. It's not fun torturing a beautiful girl like you. So?

Catherine looked at him again and repeated:

-I said I don't know who you're talking about and you'll be in a big problem when the police learn about you: kidnapping and torturing a law agent is not a nice background.

Catherine was trying to convince the man that the best thing he could do was letting her go, although she knew that this was a useless effort. She knew what they could do. They would torture her and finally kill her and nobody would never know where she was.

-OK, detective. You don't leave me a choice.

The man left the room and when the door opened again two men in white robes entered. They tried to take Catherine was she was not going to surrender easily. She fought as strongly as she could, kicking and bumping. She got some bruises and cuts and a black eye in the fight but she was finally taken and sedated to be carried out to a different room.

After a couple of hours, she opened her eyes again.

-So I am still alive – She said to the two men in the white gown whose faces she couldn't see because they were wearing a white hospital mask too. They didn't talk. She looked around and saw she was completely tied to the bed and two different bottles were on each side of it. She could see the vials connected to her arms and thought that she was completely lost. No one knew about where she was, and the only person in the world who was always taking care of her was so far and immerse in his own newly-recovered relationship that he wouldn't even mind what happened to her. She knew this was not true. Vincent cared about her. She felt so sad when she remembered his beautiful face. She wouldn't give in. If this was the day she would have to die, she would, but she would never give Vincent in.

-Ok, miss Chandler. Here goes your last chance to speak. Where is Vincent Keller? – asked the man that had been into her room before, coming out from one of the corners of the room.

She didn't answer. On his signal, one of the vials was opened and the fluid started to run into her veins. She began to shake uncontrollably. Her brain was trying to leave her skull and her eyes wanted to leave their orbits. She felt a pain she couldn't compare with anything she had felt before, as if someone was stabbing her and breaking her every bone one by one. After a few seconds, the fluid from the other vial was opened and she calmed down again. The man looked at her again:

-Now you know I'm not kidding. Do you really want to feel that pain again, for hours, just to protect whom, a monster?

She didn't answer as she couldn't speak. Her sight was blurred and her mouth was dry. The first vial was opened again.

-Be careful – said the man to the other two – I don't want her dead. May be his friend will come to rescue her.

Catherine said breathing tortuously:

-He won't. He doesn't know where I am, and there's no way he could know.

-So you actually know who we are talking about, don't you? Miss Chandler, I'm going to leave the room now. Everything is being recorded, so I'll be back when you have finally let the cat out of the bag and you're dead. My pleasure.

The terrible pain she had felt before started again. One of Catherine's eyes became totally red and blood was running down from her nose to her lips. Definitely this was the day she'd die. If she could think she would think about her dad and sister, about Tess and Evan and about Vincent, but she couldn't think. She was shaking, sweating, bleeding and losing her life feeling that terrible pain.

In the cabin, Alex was lying on the couch and Vincent had his head on her stomach. He was feeling so good, so strangely confident with that woman that he couldn't believe it. She kissed him more intently this time and he couldn't help but kissed her back. He was feeling terribly excited and at the same time he was so afraid the beast would come up and hurt his Catherine. It took him so long to be here with her, with Catherine, alone in the woods, having dinner and enjoying her company. Because he was sure she was Catherine, the woman he was in love with. And he felt more and more confident when their kisses deepened and their tongues fought and the adrenaline was OK. He knew this could only happen with her. He was sure he wouldn't hurt her. Never

-Listen, Catherine. I've not done this for a long time. I'm not sure I can do it.

She was kissing him on his face, then on his neck, and she simply whispered completely turned on:

-Don't worry, babe. Let's give it a try.

He kissed her as he had never kissed anyone for ten years, with a hunger in his eyes that told her that she had won this battle too. He caressed her face, her neck and her beautiful body with one hand while he undressed her with the other. She got rid of her shirt and was now trying to do the same with his trousers as he was smelling her scent, one which was not familiar to him, but who cares? Cat was here for him, and was growing him completely mad. He looked into her eyes, breathing with difficulty due to these sensations he was feeling again. She definitely knew how to turn him on. She had known him for years, she had been his first love and knew what she had to do to make him lose control. She was now up and kissing his every corner, going slowly down his already naked body and leaving a wet trace on her way. Desire was burning in her eyes when she finally reached his length and licked it before putting it into her mouth. Vincent thought he would go completely mad at the sensation. Ten years without a woman is a long time. He had been scared his adrenaline would kick in and betray him but it wasn't happening… and this made him even wilder. His beautiful petit brunette was riding him now, s he had imagined she would in so many sleepless nights, while he was holding her by her waist and he felt so good he couldn't believe it. He sat and looked at her in the eye:

-Calm down, babe, it's been so long…I want to enjoy it…- he said breathlessly.

-We will have the whole weekend for slowly, I want to feel your wetness inside me. Give it to me, Vincent.

Vincent rolled them until she was under him, with her back on the bed. He was burning with desire. He couldn't think, just feel these almost new sensations he had been lacking for such a long time. She smelt so good, and she moved so right…she moved her hips up when he entered her completely to meet him and he started to thrust. She moaned from somewhere down her throat at the pleasure of feeling him so hard inside. They kissed with their open mouths and licked, their tongues completely undone. Vincent went out of her and started to lick her nipples while she arched searching for his mouth, offering him her whole body. He moved to her other nipple and she was going crazy. He knew that after such a long time he wouldn't last much and felt really happy when he heard her repeating his name and shaking around him as she felt her orgasm

-Vincent!- she screamed.

-Catherine! Oh God, Catherine! - He cried finally filling her with his orgasm.

Alex didn't know what to expect, and he was surprised when she heard the handler's name. So, that was the problem. His Vincent was secretely in love with his handler. Never mind. She had just made him hers again. She was afraid when everything started, but it finally was faster than she expected. And there he was, his Vincent, the man of her life, snuggling with her, touching her hair, and hiding his nose in it before falling asleep.

At Muirfield's headquarters things had turned very difficult for Catherine. She didn't talk and whatever they were throwing into her body was harming her brain in a way that she didn't to her captors' last intent of reanimation. She was feeling calm and soft, as if she were floating, and she didn't want to come back. The only thing she could distinguish from wherever she was now was the voice of one of the men:

-I told you not to kill her! She'd be of no help if she's dead. Get rid of the body.

So that was death. She was dead. That should be the feeling of being so light and quiet she was now experiencing. She felt her body being moved and then she felt it being thrown away on the road. And then nothing. That was it. No farewells, no kisses…She would never see any of those she loved again…she would never see her father, Heather…or Vincent again. That was it.